Perrysburg journal., December 20, 1912, Image 11

About Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965

Image provided by: Ohio History Connection, Columbus, OH

                
ijV ,"1. , . (, sfptf f, ,7jTjSS,.-cgr, , Wi:15T
THE PERRYSBURG, O., JOURNAL, FRIDAY, DECEMBER 20, 1912.
Ate ifitii
10
SYNOPSIS'
QforRO Perclval Algernon Jones, vlce-
firesldcnt of the Slotropolltan Orlonlal
tug company of Now York, thirsting for
romance. Is In Cairo on a business trip.
Horace Ilyanne arrives at the hotel In
Cairo with a carefully guarded bundle,
ltyanno sells Jones the famous holy Ylil
ordes rug which ho admits having stolen
from a pasha at Bagdad. Jones meets
Major Callahan and later Is Introduced to
Forturlo Chedsoyo by a woman to whom
he had loaned 150 pounds at Monte Carlo
norno months previously, and who turns
out to bo Fortune's mother. Jones takes
Mrs. Chedsoyo and Fortune to a polo
tramo. Fortune returns to Jones tho
money borrowed by her mother. Mrs.
Chedsoyo nppcnra to be engaged In somo
mysterious enterprise unknown to tho
daughter. Ryanno Interests Jones In tho
United Uomance and Advonturo com
pany, a concern which for a prlco will
arrange any kind of an adventuro to or
der. Mrs. Chedsoyo, her brother, Major
Callahan, Wallace and llyanno, ns tho
United Romance and Advonturo company,
Slan a risky enterprise Involving Jones.
Lyanne makes known to Mrs. Chedsoyo
his Intention to marry Fortune. Mrs.
Chedsoyo declares she will not permit It.
Plans nro lnld to pi event Jones stilling
for homo. Ryanno steals Jones' letters
and cnble dispatches. Ho wires agent In
New York, In Jones' name, that ho Is
renting house In Now York to some
friends. Mahomed, keeper of tho holy
carpet. Is on Ryanno's trail. Ryanno
promises Fortune that he v. ill seo that
Jones comes to no harm as a result of his
purchase of tho rug. Mahomed accosts
Ryanno and demands the Yhlordes rug.
Rynnno tells him Jones has the rug and
BUggests tho nbductlon of tho New York
merchant as a means of securing Its re
turn. CHAPTER X. (Continued.)
Stubborn as tho lock was, persever
ance overcame It. Georgo then, as a
slight diversion, spread tho ancient
Yhlordes over the trunk and stared at
It In pleasurable contemplation. What
a beauty It was! What exquisite blue,
"what soft red, what minute patterns!
And this treasure was his. Ho leaned
down upon It with his -two hands. A
color stole Into his checks. It had its
source in an old confusion; school
boys jeering a mate seen walking
home from school with a girl. It was
all rot, ho perfectly knew, this wish
ing business; and yet ho flung Into tho
isun-warmcd, sun-gilded space an ar
dent wish, sent It speeding round the
world from east to weBt Fast as heat,
fast 03 light It traveled, for no Booner
had It sprung from his mind than It
entered the window of a room across
.the corridor. Whether the window was
-open or shut was of no importance
whatever. Such wishes penetrated and
went through all obstacles. And this
one touched Fortune's eyes, her hair,
her lips; It caressed her In a thousand
happy ways. But, alas! such wishes
are without temporal power.
.Fortune never knew. She sat in a
chair, her fingers locked tensely, her
eyes large and set in gaze, her lips
compressed, her whole attitude one of
Impotent despair.
George did not see her at lunch, and
What a
consequently did not enjoy tho hour.
Was she ill 7 Had aho gone away?
Would sho return before ho started?
He greeted tho Major as ono greets a
long-lost friend; and by gradations
Qoorge considered clever Indeed,
brought the conversation down to For
tune. No, tho Major did not know
whoro sho was. Sho bad gone early
to the bazaars. Doubtless she' was
lunching alone somewhere, Sho had
tho trick of losing herself at times.
Mru. Cliodiioyo was visiting friends at
Shepheard's. When did Mr. Jones
leavo for America 7 What! on tho mor
row? Tho Major shook his head re
grotfully. There was no place like
Cairo for Christmas,
George called a carriage, drove
about tho principal streols and shop
ping districts, and used his eyes dili
gently; but It waB love's labor lost.
Not oven whon ho returned at tea-time
did be soo her. Why hadn't ho known
and got up? Ho could havo shown her
tho bazaars; and there wasn't a drago
man in Cairo inoro familiar with them
than he. A wasted day, totally waBted.
Ho hung about tho Iounging-room till
It was tlmo to go up and dress for
dinner. Tonight (as if tho gods had
turned George's future affairs over to
tho care of Momus) he dressed as if
ho were going to tho opera; swallow
tall, whlto vest, high collar and white
lawn cravat, opera-Fedora, and thin
soled pumps; all th so habiliments
and demi-hablllments supposed to
mako tho man. When ho reached what
ho thought to bo the glass of fashion
and tho mold of form, ho turned for
tho first time toward his trunk. Ho
did not rub his eyes; It wasn't at all
necesBary; the thing ho saw, or rath
er did not see, was established beyond
a doubt, as plainly definite as two and
two are four. Tho ancient Yhlordes
had taken upon Itself one ofvtho po
tentialities of Its fabulous prototype,
that of invisibility; It was gone.
CHAPTER XI.
Episodic.
Fortune had immediately returned
from tho bazaars. And a kind of tor
por blanketed her mind, usually so
fertile and active. For a time the
process of tho evolution of thought
was denied her; Bhe tried to think, but
there was an appalling lack of continu
ity, of broken threads. It was like ono
of those circumferential railways; she
traveled, but did not get anywhere.
Ilyanne had told her too much for his
own sake, but too little for hers. Sho
sat back In the carriage, inert and
listless, and lndetermlnedly likened
her condition to driftwood in the ebb
and flow of beach-waves. The color
and commotion of the streets were
no longer absorbed; It was as If she
were riding through emptiness,
through tho unreality of a dream. She
was oppressed and stifled, too; harb
inger of storms.
Mechanically she dismissed the car
riage at tho hotel, mechanically she
went to her room, and In this semi
conscious mood sat down in a chair,
and there George's wish found hor,
futllely. Oh, there was one thing
clear, clear as tho sky outside. All
Beauty It Was.
was. not right; something was wrong;
and this wrong upon ono side con
cerned her mother, hor uncle and
Ryanno, and upon tho other sldo, Mr.
Jones. Think and think as sho might,
her endeavors gave her no single illu
mination. Four blind walls surround
ed hor, Tho United Romanco and Ad?
venture company thero could not pos
sibly be such a thing In existence; It
was a Jest of Ryanne's to cover up
something far more serious,
Sho pressed hor 'eyes with a band.
. .
Author of HEARTS AND .MASKS
CJfe MAN ON THE BOX afe
I IK r 2-4-lvl4T-vr2 Jnr- N Cr TfV.........
AAJ-SAWAJ' U.UVJ 1.SJ ZS J.
COPYRIGHT
lyil y BOBD3 - nERRIIX COMPLY
They ached dully, tho dull pain of be
wilderment, which theso days recur
red with frequency. A sense of tlmo
was lacking; for lunchoon hour camo
and passed without her being definite
ly aware of it. This In Itself was a
puzzle. A Jaunt, such as sho had ta
ken that morning, always keonod tho
edge of her appetite; and yet, there
was no craving whatever.
Where was her mother? If sho
would only come now, tho cumulative
doubts of all these months should be
put Into speech. They had treated her
as ono would treat a child; it was
neither Just nor reasonable. If not as
a child, but as ono they dared not
trust, then they were afraid of her.
But why? She pressed her handB to
gether, lmpotently. Ryanne, clever as
ho was, had made a slip or two which
ho had sought to cover up with a Jest.
Why should ho confess himself to bejSrnul In the mother's cars,
a rogue unless his tongue had got the
better of his discretion? If ho waB a
rogue, why should her mother and her
uncle mako use of him, if not for
roguery's sake? They were fools, fools!
If they had but seen and understood
her as sho was, sho would have gone
to tho bitter end with them, loyally,
with sealed lips. But no; they had
chosen not to see; and In this had
morally betrayed her. Ah, it rankled,
nnd tho Injustice of it grew from pain
to fury. At that moment, had she
known anything, sho certainly would
have denounced them. Of what use
was loyalty, since none of them
sought it in her?
The Major was wiser than he knew
when he spoke of the hundredth dan
ger, the danger unforeseen, the danger
against which they could mako no
preparation. And ho would have been
Ilr3t to senso the Irony of It could ho
have seen where this danger lay.
Why should they wish tho pleasant
young rnan out of the way? Why
should Ryanno wish to lnvelglo him
into the hands of this man Mahomed?
Was it merely self-preservation, or
something deeper, more sinister?
Think! Why couldn't sho think of
something? It was only a little pleas
ure trip to Cairo, they had told her,
and when Bhe had asked to go along,
they seemed willing enough. But they
had come to this hotel, when formerly
they had always put up at Shep
heard's. A- hero again the question
why? Was It beca-uso'Mr. Jones was
staying here? Sho liked him, what lit
tle she had seen of him. Ho was out
of an altogether different world than
that to which sho was accustomed. He
was neither Insanely mad over cards
nor a social idler. He was a young
man with a real Interest In life, a
worker, notwithstanding that he was
reputed to be Independently rich. And
her mother had once borrowed money
of him, never Intending to pay it back.
Tho sliame of It! And why should she
approach him the very first day and
'recall tho incident, if not with tho ul
terior purpose of using him further?
As a ball strikes a wall only to re
bound to tho thrower, so It was with
all these questions. Thero was never
any answer.
Tired out, mentally and physically,
sho laid her head upon the cool top
of the stand. And in this position her
mother, who had returned to dress
for tea, found her. Believing Fortune
to be asleep, Mrs. Chedsoyo dropped
a hand upon her shoulder.
Fortuno raised her head.
"Why, child, what la tho matter?"
tho mother asked. Tho faco sho saw
was not tear-stained; it was as cold
and passionless as that by which sculp
tors represent their Interpretations of
Justice.
"Matter?" Fortune spoke, in a tone
that did not reassure tho other. "In
tho first place I havo only ono real
question to ask. It depends upon how
you answer It. Am I really your
daughter?"
"Really my daughter?" Mrs. Ched
soyo stepped hack, genuinely aston
ished. "Really my daughter? The
child Is mad!" as If addressing an im
aginary third person. "What makes
you ask such a silly question?" Sho
was in a hurry to chango her dress,
but tho now attitude of this child of
hers warranted somo patience.
"That is no answer," said Fortune,
with tho unmovea aonuorauon or a
prosecuting attorney.
"Certainly you are my daughter."
"Good. If you had denied It, I
should have held my peace; but since
you admit that I am of your flesh and
blood, I am going to forco you to rec
ognize that In such a capacity I hayo
somo rights. I did not ask to corao
into this world; but insomuch as I am
here, I propose to becorao an Indi
vidual, not a tying to bo given bread
and butter upon sufferance. I havo
been talking with Horace. I mot him
in tho bazaars this morning. He said
Bonvo things which you must answer,"
"Horace? And what has he said,
pray toll?" Her expression was flip
pant, but a certain Inquietude pono
trated her heart and acceleratod Its
.-1JLJCy.L JVfcJl-C o
heating. What had tho love-lorn fool
said to tho child?
"Ho said that ho was not i good
man, and that you tolerated him bc
cnuso he ran errands for you. What
kind of errands?"
Mrs. Chedsoyo did not know wheth
er to laugh or tako tho child by the
shoulders and shako her soundly. "Ho
was laughing when ho said that Er
rands? Ono would scarcely call It
that."
"Why did you renew tho acquaint
ance with Mr. Jones, when you know
that you never Intended paying back
that loan?"
Here was a question, Mrs. Chedsoyo
realized, from the look of tho child,
that would not bear evasion.
"What makes you think I never in
tended to repay him?"
Fortune laughed. It did not sound
Mother, this is a crisis; it can not
be met by counter-questions nor by
flippancy. You know that you did
not Intend to pay him. What I de
mand to know is, why you spoko to
him again, so affably, why you seemed
so eager to onter into his good graces
onco more. Answer that."
Her mother pondered. For onco Bho
was really at a loss. Tho unexpected
ness of this phase caught her off her
balance. Sho saw ono thing vividly,
regretfully: she had missed a valuable
point In tho game by not adjusting
her play to tho growth of tho child,
who had, with tho phenomenal sud
denness which still baffles tho psy
chologists, stepped out of girlhood
into womanhood, all In a day. What
a fool she had been not to havo left
the child at Mcntono!
"I am waiting," said Fortune. "There
aro more questions; but I want this
one answered first."'
"This is pure insolence!"
"Insolence of a kind, yes."
"And I refuse to answer. I havo
somo authority still."
"Not so much, mother, as you had
yesteiday. You refuse to explain?"
"Absolutely!"
"Then I shall Judgo you without
mercy." Fortune rose, her eyes blaz
ing passionately. She caught her
mother by the wrist, and sho was the
stronger of the two. "Can't you un-
"Certainly You
Uerstand? I am no longer a child, I
am a woman. I do not ask, I demand I "
Sho drew tho older woman toward Iwr,
oyo to eye. "You palter, you always
palter; palter and evade. You do not
know what frankness and truth are.
Is tho continual evasion calculated to
still my distrust? Yes, I distrust you,
you, my mothor. You havo mado tho'
mlstako of leaving mo alono too much.
1 havo always distrusted you, but I
novor know why."
Mrs. Ohodsoyo tugged, but ineffectu
ally. "Let go!"
"53ii
"Not till I havo done. Out of tho
patchwork, squares havo boon formed.
What of tho men who used to come
to tho villa and play cards with Uncle
George, tho men who went away and
never camo back? What of your long
disappearances of which I know noth
ing except that ono day you vanished
nnd upon another you camo back? Did
you think that I waB a fool, that I
had no tlmo to wonder over these
things? You havo never tried to
mako a friend of mo; you havo al
ways done your best to antagonize me.
Did you hato my father so much that,
when his death put him out of range,
you had to concentrate It upon me?
My fnther!" Fortuno roughly flung
nsldo tho arm. "Who knows about
him, who ho was, what ho was, what
he looked like? Ab a child, I used to
ask you, but nover would you speak.
All I know about him nurso told me.
This much has always burned my
mind: you married him for wealth
that ho did not have. Whnt do you
mean by this simple young man across
tho corridor?"
Mrs. Chedsoyo waB pale, and tho ar
tistic touch of rouge upon her cheeks
did not disguise tho pallor. Tho truo
evidence lay In tho whiteness of her
nose. Nover In her varied llfo had
sho folt moro helpless, more Impotent.
To ho wild with rage, nnd yet to bo
powerless! That alertness of mind,
that mental buoyancy, which had al
ways given hor tho power to return
a volley in kind, hnd deserted her.
Moreover, sho was distinctly alarmed.
This little fool, with a turn of her
hand, might send tottering into ruins
tho skillful planning of months.
"Aro you in lovo with him?" aiming
to gain time to regather her scattered
thoughts.
"Love?" bitterly. "I am in a fine
mood to lovo Any one. My question,
my question," vehemently; "my ques
tion!" "I refuse nbsolately to answer you!"
Auger was first to reorganize Its
forces; and Mrs. Chedsoye felt tho
heat of it run through her veins. But,
oddly enough, it was angor directed
less toward tho child than toward her
own palpable folly and oversight.
"Then I shall leavo you. I will go
out Into tho world and earn my own
bread and butter. Ah," u llttlo brok
enly, "If you had but given mo a llttlo
kindness, you do not know how loyal
I should havo been to you! But no;
I am and always havo been the child
that wasn't wanted."
Are My Daughter."
Tho despair in tho gesture that fol
lowed theso words stirred tho moth
er's calloused heart, moved It strange
ly, mysteriously. "My child!" sho
said impulsively, holding out her
hands.
"No," Fortuno drew back. "It Is
too late."
"Have it so. But you speak of go
ing out into tho world to earn your
own bread and button What do you
know about tho World?" What could
you do? You have nover done any
thing but read romantic novels and
j
moon about In the flower-gardon. Fool
lBh chit! Harm Mr. Jones? Why?
For what purpose? I have no moro
interest in him than if ho Tioro ono
of thoso mummies ovor in tho muse
um. And I certainly meant to repay
him. I should havo done so If you
hadn't taken tho task upon your own
broad shoulders. I am In a hurry.
I am going out to Mena Houso to tea.
I'vo let Celeste oft for tho day, bo
plcaso unhook my waist and do not
bother your head about Mr. Jones." Sha
turned her back upon her daughter,
quite confident that sho had for tho
tlmo suppressed tho Incipient rebel
lion. Sho heard Fortuno crossing tho
room. "What nro you doing?" potu
lantly. "I nm ringing for th-a hall-maid."
And Fortuno resumed her chair,
picked up her Baedeker, and becamo
apparently absorbed over tho map of
Assuan.
Again wrath mounted to her moth
er's head. Sho could combat anger,
tears, protestations; but this Indiffer
ence, studied and unflllal, loft hor
weaponless; and sho was too wise to
unbridle her tongue, much as oho
longed to do so. Sho was beaten. Not
an agreeable sensation to ono who
counted only her victories.
"Fortune, later you will bo sorry for
this spirit," she said, when sho felt
tho tremor of wrath no longer In hor
throat.
Fortuno turned a page, and jotted
down somo notes with a pencil. Sad
as she was at heart, tragic as cho
knew tho result of this outbreak to
be, sho could hardly repress a smllo
at tho thought of her mother's dis
comfiture. And so tho chasm widened, and
went on widening till tho end of time.
Mrs. Chedsoyo was glad that th
hall-maid knocked and camo in just
then, It at least saved her tho ig
nominy of a retreat. Sho dressed,
however, with tho same dellberato
care that she had always used. Noth
ing over deranged her senso of pro
portion relative to her toilet, nothing
ever mado her forget Its Importance.
"Good-by dear," Bho said. "I shall
bo In at dinner." If tl)o maid had
any suspicion that there had been a
quarrel, sho should at least bo im
pressed wjth the fact that she, Mrs.
Chedsoyo, was not to blamo for It
Fortuno nibbled tho end of her pen
ell.
Tho door closed bohlnd her raothot
and tho maid. She waited for a tlmo.
Then sho sprang to tho window and
stood there. Sho saw her mother
driven off. Sho was dressed in pearl
grey, with a Reynolds hat of grey
velour and sweeping plumes: as hand
some, and distinguished a woman, as
could be found that day in all Cairo.
Tho watcher threw hor Baedeker, her
note-book, nnd her pencil violently
Into a comer. It had como to her at
last, this thing that sho had been
striving for since noon. Sho did not
c'aro what tho risks were; tho storm
was too high in her heart to listen
to tho voice of caution. Sho would
do it; for sho judged it tho one thing,
in justice to her own blood, sho must
accomplish. She straightway dressed
for tho strcot; and If sho did not give
tho same care as her mothor to tho
vital function, she produced on effect
that merited comparison.
She loitered before tho porter's bu
reau till she saw him busily engaged
in answering questions of some wom
en tourists. Then, with a slight but
friendly nod, sho stepped Into tho bu
reau and stopped before tho kay-rack.
She hung up her key, but took it
down again, as If sho had changed
hor mind. At least, tills was tho por
ter's impression as he bowed to hor
in the midst of tho verbal bombard
ment. Fortune went up-stalra. Ten
or fifteen minutes elapsed, when Bh
returned, hung up tho key, and walked
briskly toward the slde-entranco at
tho very moment George, in his fruit
less search of hor, pushed through
tho revolving doors in front. And nil
tho tlmo sho was wondering how it
was that her knees did not given un
der. It was terrible. Sho balanced
between laughter and tears, hysteri
cally, (TO BE CONTINUED.)
Yellow Fever Germ.'
The theory that mosquitoes convoy
tho dlseaso known as "yellow fever
Is many years old, but it was not un
til tho year 1805 that i was proven
to bo truo. During that year Major
Ronald Ross, working in India along
thtf lines of Sip Patrick Mauson'a the
ory, demonstrated that mosquitoes ot
tho gonus called anopheles clarlfor
conveyed tho dlseaso. In 1897-D8 ex
porlments in Cuba and other parts d
tho world established a similar con
clusion. It lo In consequence of thii
discovery that tho dread disease la
now being so largely checked In th
countries whoro It has hitherto dW
so destructlvo ot human llfo.
Improved Letter Boxei.
Letter boxos have been Invented for
ofllco buildings and apartments which
deliver mall dropped Into them on
tho ground flpor to .their pwnprrf
rooms, even tho weight oTa carJ start
lug the elevating machinery.
1
iJ
tf
A
ii
48
J
&f
j.
A
I.
lrt'hTJWrfiTC7KiiBfi,"iiri'i